Posts tagged with "braid" - Faerye Net 2006-01-29T13:08:02+00:00 Felicity Shoulders Braids: a random babble 2006-01-29T13:08:02+00:00 2008-06-08T15:20:44+00:00 <p>One of my mission statements <a href="" target="links">back when I started this crazy thing</a> was to remind my distant friends to be glad that I&#8217;m all the way across the country from them. Today I thought I&#8217;d pursue that mission statement with a very random series of thoughts.</p> <p>I know I&#8217;m not the only girl in the world who is so addicted to changing her hair that she wishes she could just press a button and have an entirely new hairstyle every single morning. One of the most frustrating parts about the syndrome is missing your <em>long</em> hair when your hair is short &mdash; and for me, at least, the big thing I miss is braids. I don&#8217;t miss brushing it out or conditioning it or my mom complaining about the long hairs clogging up the vacuum (let me tell you, it&#8217;s hard to argue with the blame assignment when everyone else has a maximum of five inches on top.)</p><p> I miss braids. Little braids swinging in amongst the rest of the mane, big heavy braids to mess with while you&#8217;re thinking, twin braids to make you feel six years old and full of mischief. Even now, with that lovely &#8216;new hairstyle&#8217; feeling in my tousled head, I can&#8217;t watch <em>Xena</em> without noticing braids on either the W.P. or the annoying blonde and feeling just a bit wistful.</p><p>And of course, the cream of the crop, French braids. I remember when French braiding was a coveted commodity. A few moms, mostly moms with gigantic broods of girls, could French braid, and the rest of us would peer covetously at their daughters&#8217; beautifully woven tresses. As you got older, some girls learned, and you might come home from a slumber party with a gorgeous, slightly aching braid; or a disappointing, lopsided one<sup><a href="#fn1">1</a></sup>. At some point, my father studied a picture and reverse-engineered the French braid. Then, for special occasions, I could sit down in a kitchen chair under good light and have my hair operated on. He used two combs and a rattail, and your hair was taut as a drum when he was done. It took hours, but you could sleep on those babies for days and they&#8217;d still look pretty keen.</p> <p>Then, of course, I finally taught myself &mdash; years after my first frustrating attempts on the rebellious hair-substitute of <a href="" target="links">Samantha Parkington</a> &mdash; spurred on by the reflection that a French braid was as close as a time-starved college girl on a Halloween budget was going to get to Carrie Fisher&#8217;s hair in the Hutt Leia costume. (It may have been improvised and ragtag, but that was one of the best Halloween costumes I&#8217;ve ever had&#8230;and to those three or four people who didn&#8217;t know who I was? When you die and Yoda&#8217;s Force ghost says &#8221;&#8217;Hated all that nerd stuff&#8217; did you?&#8221;, I&#8217;ll be the high soprano singing &#8216;Another One Bites the Dust&#8217; from behind the Pearly Airlock. Or, if I&#8217;m not dead yet, I&#8217;m sure some other geek will be there for me &mdash; but I don&#8217;t know the pitch of his or her voice, sorry<sup><a href="#fn2">2</a></sup>.) The only problem with French braids is that, when you&#8217;re in your twenties, you can&#8217;t wear them to work or people talk all day about how you look like you&#8217;re fifteen. Or maybe that&#8217;s just me.</p> <p>What&#8217;s the point? Was there one? Well, I guess it was just to say: if you have long hair, appreciate the simple joy of braiding, of shaping, creating, and controlling that often rebellious medium. Because for every one of you loving your braids, there&#8217;s a gal (or guy) with a short haircut, however stylish, who&#8217;s thinking wistfully of those long, smooth plaits of yesteryear.</p> <p id="fn1"><sup>1</sup> Unless you went to a slumber party with a certain flower-named friend of mine. Then your hair would neither ache <span class="caps">NOR</span> disappoint. She could even make two French braids that <span class="caps">TURNED INTO</span> one French braid. <span class="caps">MAGIC</span>.</p> <p id="fn2"><sup>2</sup> I don&#8217;t hate non-geeks. I&#8217;ve just never trusted them, and I never will. I can never forgive them for the death of Captain Kirk&#8217;s son.</p>